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Heire.
Your pardon, young man! That outburst of indignation does honour to your heart. I beg you to forget an old man's untimely frankness about your absent friends.
Stensgård.
Absent friends?
Heire.
I have nothing to say against the son, of course—nor against the daughter. And if I happened to cast a passing slur upon the Chamberlain's character
Stensgård.
The Chamberlain's? Is it the Chamberlain's family you call my friends?
Heire.
Well, you don't pay visits to your enemies, I presume?
Bastian.
Visits?
Monsen.
What?
Heire.
Ow, ow, ow! Here am I letting cats out of bags—-!
Monsen.
Have you been paying visits at the Chamberlain's?
Stensgård.
Nonsense! A misunderstanding
